Category: Real Life

I am one of those who has not been a stranger to pain in my life, while at the same time I have been spoiled by being healthy and physically active. During the last few years, however, I have occasionally been bed-ridden with a back problem that is accompanied with almost unbearable pain. This is the case at the moment

some of our neighbors wanted us to leave. Our family was just too strange. Not only did we raise rabbits, homeschool our children, and have way-too-many cats, we just acted different and sometimes the neighbors just couldn’t stand it. Take the incident of the firetruck for example.

I had the privilege of smelling it up close. In the dark. Down there. There were spiders under there, and all kinds of other bugs. I just knew there were snakes, too. And somewhere down there in the dark corners lurked those maleficent creatures that stared hungrily at me in the middle of the night.

The Freshman took one last look around. He was calm, having planned his exit for weeks. He loved the water, and this way there would be no body to bury, no expensive casket and burial plot to cost his parents money. The Freshman had cost them enough. It all made sense: Why stay here? This life was futile. Pain. More pain. Uselessness. Time to check out, lift the burden.